I was told I'd have to leave my home. I was told to quickly grab only the stuff that I could fit into our car. I grabbed suitcases and frantically started throwing things in to them and although I have packed for hundreds, if not thousands, of trips, I no longer knew what I should pack. Would we be homeless for 1 week or 6? Would we have access to laundry? Food? A store?

Every now and then I've been able to put sorrow down and have a moment of burden free peace but then, while I am tucking my 5 year old Scarlett into bed, she whispers, "Momma, I know that the doctors didn't make Ruby sick and I know that Ruby's birth mommy didn't make her sick...was it God who did it?" I gather Scarlett and sorrow back up into my arms and weep saying, "No. No. No. God is the one in charge of making things right, not making things wrong...."